Dani Fitzgerald Brown

#GivingTuesday shouldn’t just be a donation so you can write it off on your taxes, check off the imaginary philanthropy box, and pat yourself on the back.

I thought I had it all figured out. But there was one key missing ingredient in my recipe for a perfect God-centered dating relationship.

Months before I left to live in Thailand, I did what most 20-something female travel idealists would do: I made a “travel” Pinterest board.

“We’re all beggars.” It’s a foundational truth we should be singing as our anthem. Because it’s what Jesus was all about.

I hate happy endings. It’s not real life. But even amid frustrations, letdowns and death — there’s still hope. And I need that reassurance.

Shootings seem to be happening more and more. The more I see these and other tragedies in my newsfeed, the more desensitized I become.

I gripped my red reporter’s notebook, anxiously waiting for Doug, a Pulitzer prize-winning reporter. He knows I’m young, I thought. He knows I’m a newbie.

I never struggled with doubt until my aunt committed suicide four years ago. I didn’t know what to think. I just didn’t get it. I couldn’t understand why.